Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest
Now is the time that face should form another,
Whose fresh repair if now thou renewest,
Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother.
For where is she so fair whose uneared womb
Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry?
Or who is he so fond will be the tomb
Of his self-love, to stop posterity?
Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee
Calls back the lovely April of her prime;
So thou through windows of thine age shalt see,
Despite of wrinkles, this thy golden time.
But if thou live rememb'red not to be,
Die single, and thine image dies with thee.

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听说发图长经验……
大⑨也来试试！
⑧张⑤分~
超级棒！
吾王是何人？
我才是最强的！！！
诶？刚刚发了几张图了？
完了……数不过来了…

听说发图长经验……
大⑨也来试试！
⑧张⑤分~
超级棒！
吾王是何人？
我才是最强的！！！
诶？刚刚发了几张图了？
完了……数不过来了…